I find it totally ironic, that after explaining calmly to my frustrated husband that it would be really nice if he could cut back a bit more on his cursing, I went to the door to let our outdoor cat in, and our little ‘hasn’t gotten fixed yet’ in heat kitten makes a run for it.
FUCK. (my word)
Then my wonderful sweet husband went out and caught the cat…thank you!!
Then I acknowledged that I too needed to be more careful of my word usage…and maybe step off my high horse a bit!